Chapter 6 - Bloodline Betrayal Concealed Behind the Walls of American Wealth
The revelation hung heavy in the air inside the moving vehicle.
Mark gripped the leather steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned stark white under the dashboard light.
“Who set the charge, Reynolds?” Mark asked, his voice shaking with restrained anger.
“I can’t give you names over an unsecured cell line,” Reynolds replied sternly. “Meet me at the diner off Exit 4 in twenty minutes.”
The line went dead with a sharp click.
Mark looked back at Lily in the rear-view mirror, making sure she was still sleeping soundly.
The faint blue bruises on her cheek were a painful reminder of how far his enemies were willing to go.
He turned off the main highway, navigating down a pitch-black stretch of road lined with tall pine trees.
Ten minutes later, the neon sign of the Route 4 Diner glowed faintly through the thick night fog.
Mark parked the SUV in a shadowed corner of the half-empty asphalt lot.
He carefully unbuckled Lily, wrapping her in his heavy winter coat before carrying her inside the warm diner.
The smell of fresh coffee and fried bacon filled the small room.
In the back booth sat Detective Reynolds, an aging man with tired eyes and a faded trench coat.
Reynolds watched them enter, his eyes fixing immediately on the little girl in Mark’s arms.
“She has Julian’s eyes,” Reynolds said softly as Mark slid into the vinyl booth across from him.
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“Tell me everything, Reynolds,” Mark demanded, setting the DNA paper down on the Formica table. “No more family lies.”
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